Problems
Put my problems in a back wood
Fall then I get back up
And you know the pack good
Trying to get them racks up
How you tryna act cool
How you tryna act tough
Boy you think you bout it bout it
Boy you better back up
Oh
How you tryna mess with my mood
Things change rearrange
It's cool
You and me could never wear the same shoes
You would lose
I knew
From the beginning she ask me why I'm different
Tell her I'm Young Richman
And I could never change
No no
And they could never take my soul
My friends always ask why I don't listen
They always tell me that I've been so distant
I got to get it together
I'm gone get bigger and better
Cause lately my mind been changing something like Michigan weather
My momma told me I'm crazy
I told myself that too
I'm trying to stack my bands through the fucking roof
Tryna hold me down
I only can go up
So I don't give no fucks bout what they say or do
Put my problems in a back wood
Fall then I get back up
And you know the pack good
Trying to get them racks up
How you tryna act cool
How you tryna act tough
Boy you think you bout it bout it
Boy you better back up
Oh
How you tryna mess with my mood
Things change rearrange
It's cool
You and me could never wear the same shoes
You would lose
I knew
From the beginning she ask me why I'm different
Tell her I'm Young Richman
And I could never change
No no
And they could never take my soul
Flat bed full of flat bread
Uncut black tar
Poking with a flathead
Moving at a flat rate
Salisbury cathead
18 wheeler he gone pull up at the back gate
Dip him in some gasoline
Wrap him in some black tape
Border wars we gone order more while once stacks made
Heavy bag tryna pick it up you need a back brace
Your main man hating on your shine he a lamp shade
Put my problems in a back wood
Fall then I get back up
And you know the pack good
Trying to get them racks up
How you tryna act cool
How you tryna act tough
Boy you think you bout it bout it
Boy you better back up
Oh
How you tryna mess with my mood
Things change rearrange
It's cool
You and me could never wear the same shoes
You would lose
I knew
From the beginning she ask me why I'm different
Tell her I'm Young Richman
And I could never change
No no
And they could never take my soul
My soul
Fall then I get back up
And you know the pack good
Trying to get them racks up
How you tryna act cool
How you tryna act tough
Boy you think you bout it bout it
Boy you better back up
Oh
How you tryna mess with my mood
Things change rearrange
It's cool
You and me could never wear the same shoes
You would lose
I knew
From the beginning she ask me why I'm different
Tell her I'm Young Richman
And I could never change
No no
And they could never take my soul
My friends always ask why I don't listen
They always tell me that I've been so distant
I got to get it together
I'm gone get bigger and better
Cause lately my mind been changing something like Michigan weather
My momma told me I'm crazy
I told myself that too
I'm trying to stack my bands through the fucking roof
Tryna hold me down
I only can go up
So I don't give no fucks bout what they say or do
Put my problems in a back wood
Fall then I get back up
And you know the pack good
Trying to get them racks up
How you tryna act cool
How you tryna act tough
Boy you think you bout it bout it
Boy you better back up
Oh
How you tryna mess with my mood
Things change rearrange
It's cool
You and me could never wear the same shoes
You would lose
I knew
From the beginning she ask me why I'm different
Tell her I'm Young Richman
And I could never change
No no
And they could never take my soul
Flat bed full of flat bread
Uncut black tar
Poking with a flathead
Moving at a flat rate
Salisbury cathead
18 wheeler he gone pull up at the back gate
Dip him in some gasoline
Wrap him in some black tape
Border wars we gone order more while once stacks made
Heavy bag tryna pick it up you need a back brace
Your main man hating on your shine he a lamp shade
Put my problems in a back wood
Fall then I get back up
And you know the pack good
Trying to get them racks up
How you tryna act cool
How you tryna act tough
Boy you think you bout it bout it
Boy you better back up
Oh
How you tryna mess with my mood
Things change rearrange
It's cool
You and me could never wear the same shoes
You would lose
I knew
From the beginning she ask me why I'm different
Tell her I'm Young Richman
And I could never change
No no
And they could never take my soul
My soul
Credits
Writer(s): Byron Tate
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